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i’m going in after hitting this ganja out to dinner with the hommies grab a table at the comma i’m a new millennium sinatra cop a marijuana from your neighborhood rosters chiefin’ feastin’ king of the new school i’m speaking in tongues try translating voodo hold up let me start again undefeated shirt, levis, and a mr. rogers cardigan is a h*lla of a feeling being this fresh b*tch seem to sit upon my lips call it blistex peddling this medical the presence of a general magazine centerfolds they all up on my genitals got the game in the palm of my hands he snitching wilding out better talk to your man he b*tching cause i ain’t got a lot time for this weirdos talking sh*t all up in my ear lobes i just live life tryin do it right everyone that hear me say the boy super nice put a b*tch up on the flight she going be here by the night get some afternoon delight only eat it if it’s ripe call me stanely steamer i’ll be giving her the pipe when i’m out of town she wanna see me so we skype she might get obsessed and keep calling 30, 000 feet tom petty free falling just laying back letting gravity take it’s course i wanna tell all of my haters the we made it boy from bas*m*nt studios to some official sh*t from stressed out all the time to i don’t give a sh*t used to dream about it boy now i’m living it 412 is the most dope syndicate had a normal life but now i’m sick of it try and spend money just to spend it is ridiculous young and so mischievous